Page 91 of The Omega Archives: Part Two

I forced a pained chuckle looking from her back to her new… boyfriend? By the looks of things her policy on keeping things professional between them was thrown out the window. Though, I didn’t think it wouldn’t have been for long by the way she talked about him the last time I saw her. “You got it. Nice to meet you.”

Paul reached for Rita’s hand, holding it, though he smiled directly at me when he brought her hand up to his mouth to press a kiss to the back. “I’m sure I’ll see you around. I’d love to get to know Rita’s friends better soon. New and all.”

“Ready to go, Ella?” Liam asked me, brushing his own hand over the inside of my elbow.

Yes. Please.

Chapter

Twenty-Eight

ELLA

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Liam asked. “What the hell was that back there?”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’tbe sorry. Ifthat was anyone else or someone else. What do you thinkcould’vehappened?”He asked, his voice stern. He almost sounded like Demetri.

“I’m sorry,” I repeated. “I don’t know what happened. I just thought I…”

“You what?”

“Ithought I saw something,”I admitted. Someone.

But I hadn’t that was clear. My brain was just playing tricks on me now that I had been working on this project so intently with the rest of them.

“What did you think you saw?”

My past.

I shook my head.“Nothing. It was nothing.”

He stared at me for a long moment before he opened his mouth,luckilyhe was cut back off.

“You get it?”Demetri asked.

Liam nodded, lifting the folder.

“Good job,” said Demetri looking between the two of us. “Ready to go?”

Liam looked back at me before turning silently and headed toward Demetri and wherever they planned to take all the papers I put together for them. Was this it? Were they doing everything now?

They couldn’t be, right?

There had to be some lead uporwas the Prestford enterprise and the other families doing to fall like somesort ofterribly constructed bridge—tonight?

Demetri noticed me watching.“Thank you again, Ella.”

“It’s fine. Really,” I said. “You’re welcome.”

“We won’t be long.”

The house was so big, it was hard not for me to pace after what happened. I was just starting to feel comfortable and safe and that happened?

I didn’t get it.

Rita’slikely future husbanda thisrate wascertainlynot a Davinson, but for a moment there, Icouldn’thelp it. My instincts were insisting, screaming?—

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